No cavities. My teeth must be rocks. Almost two years without a cleaning, and my teeth are still okay. I can hear my siblings and mother growling at my genetic good luck. (Thanks for the teeth, Dad.) However, I feel like utter crap. Here's how you can tell how icky I feel: I'm listening to Nick Drake.
I've also been trying to push out some sort of blog entry about South Dakota, and how South Dakota apparently thinks women are incapable of any sort of informed decision, which basically makes us not human, right? but all that I get is a shitload of anger and several analogies that make no sense. A byproduct of the anger, I'm sure. I hate for my cold to be a cop-out, but my head feels heavy and incapable of any intellectual heavy lifting right now. I feel like curling up on the couch and watching bad TV. I can't even find any motivation to read.
I'm sure I've said it before, but I'll say it again. Some people are really good at taking sickness in stride and doing what they have to do. I'm just not. I'm a baby when it comes to sickness; I find it hard to function at all if I don't feel good. And I don't feel good right now. I am at work, however, which is pretty much of a victory where sickness and I are concerned. However, I feel like laying my head down on my desk and sulking with Nick Drake in the background. That's pretty much right in line with my normal sickie behavior. I'm sure S would be happy to corroborate.
And I'm sure I'll leave work early. If only to nap for a little while before I have to get in the car and drive to the big city to eat a meal I may or may not be able to taste. I was, before the illness made me feel like a great big blob, going to shower and iron as well, to try to get myself to the height of presentableness (that is totally not a word, but oh well. I just don't care.), but now I don't know. A shower might make me feel better; it also might make me more sleepy. And I'll at least have to drive into the city, though I might draft S for the drive home. It's easier for me to help him get home than for me to help him get into the city.
Okay. I'm boring myself with my whining. I'll stop.
i'm sick too.....it sucks
Posted by: C | February 27, 2006 at 04:16 PM